When Push Comes to Shove

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Cato watched as the courier picked at her dirty nails with the sharp point of her knife. She didn't turn her green eyes up to meet his hazy stare. When they first talked she wasn't very forthcoming with any of his questions about the assassination. In fact, she wasn't very talkative in general. It would have been something he liked if it wasn't for the no human contact in the past couple days. He studied her movements, and followed her slender arm to the tips of her delicate fingers. And the way her black hair curled over her chest. The fire's orange glow danced along her olive skin. Her chest heaved in a breathe when she spit out a stray fingernail.

He threw a rock in the fire out of boredom just as she glanced at him. “What?” She spit venom from her bee stung lips like the angry little brat she was. “What do you want?”

He clenched his jaw. Cato could feel his teeth grinding against each other. No one, especially a woman, talked to him that way. And it took all his well preserved self control to keep him from striking her just to teach her how to talk to people. He shook his head.

“How has someone not killed you yet?” He asked out of spite.

The courier went quiet before stabbing the knife into the ground. She was unnervingly still as she looked the man up and down. She noted the stubble on his chin, and the distaste behind his dark eyes. His rough hands clasped together. The courier looked to the setting sun dipping below the barren hills. It was going to be a long night just sitting around, but she was stubborn. And didn't feel like being here in the first place.

The sun was completely gone now. Stars shined above them along with the full moon. None of them had said a word to each other. Cato was almost sulking, and only caught a few glances of the petite woman when she was busy picking at her nails or throwing rocks across the campfire. It wasn't worth it. It's not like she was going to break anytime soon, and talk to him. There really was no use in trying. He just had to wait until he was able to return back to camp, and find a slave girl to play around with.

But the more he thought about it the more he wanted to get it out of his system and explore her body.

The courier picked up the knife once again, and started to twirl it in her fingers. It was making him nervous. Her unskilled maneuvering of the blade was one thing, but doing it so close to him made him uneasy. Cato quickly snatched it from her hands. “Knives aren't something people like you should play with.”

The courier relentlessly reached for it muttering obscenities under her breath. If she wanted it back she would have to earn it. And he told her just that.

“How? I suppose assassinating a president isn't earning anything from you Legion dogs.”

“You haven't done that just yet.” Cato let the insult slip. She would learn just what these Legion dogs are capable of. In more ways than one.

The courier lunged at him for the knife only for him to easily overpower her. He had a death grip on her wrists when he pinned them against the ground. His hot breath struck her neck when he whispered close to her ear.

“What was that about the Legion?”

The courier felt her spine tingle. Out of hatred and excitement. “Get. off. me.”

“Make me.”

They struggled against each other with still no improvement for the courier. She was still pinned against him, and each passing second only made it harder for her to think. What was happening? Why won't he just let it go?

“Just face it, kid. You're nothing but another wastrel doing whatever she can to get by.”

The courier didn't move this time. Only stared up at him with hatred in her eyes. Then she did what she could in this situation, and spit a wet sloppy wad of saliva in his face. Cato retracted his grip, and wiped at his face. The courier took the opportunity to clamor away, but was pulled back by her hips. The Legion man was on top of her.

“No, no, no.” He breathed. “You're going to be a good girl for me.”

The courier sucked in a breath when his hand slapped her bottom, and tried to move once more but was rewarded with another smack.

“Just let me go, and I won't kick your ass.”

Another hard spank to her bottom. “I didn't hear please.” The courier groaned out of frustration. No way in hell was she going to give him the satisfaction.. of anything. He positioned her beneath him to where he was straddling her hips.

His fingernails digging deep into her skin leaving red marks on her arms. He pulled and tugged at the two sizes too big Vault jumpsuit she wore. Leaving her upper body exposed in a dirty white tank top. His hand rooted itself in her thick hair pulling her head back, and leaving her neck exposed.

“You Legion piece of shit.” She muttered when he bit her neck. Cato wasn't holding back, and licked at the red spot he left on the nape of her neck. Kissing it and then biting down on it again. “Oh fuck.. you.”

The courier used her free hand to push on his chest or to scratch at his arm. It didn't seem to do much. He only smirked at her when she tried doing so. It was hopeless. The courier was completely immobile at this point.

Cato let go of her other hand , and trailed his fingers down the middle of her chest between her breasts then down to her stomach to pull up her shirt to expose her nipples to the cold. He lowered himself down to her chest to begin the physical torture of kneading and biting her soft mounds. He thought he even heard a slight moan escape her lips, but whether she was enjoying this didn't matter to him. All he wanted was sweet release. Then to be done with this selfish brat.

His hand dipped below her belt to feel how moist she was. “You shouldn't be enjoying this.”

“Fuck you.”

He slipped a thick finger inside her, and then another until she moaned against her better judgment. Her breaths were shallow, and quick when he stretched her. Cato pulled her jumpsuit down to her knees. The courier fought and scratched every chance given.

“What did I tell you about being good?” Cato flipped her over again. “Huh?”

Her beautiful ass was something to behold. It was perfect. Better than any of the slave girl's back at camp. They didn't have fight in them either. They were already broken, and used. This courier had a fire that swelled, and bit back whenever possible. He was ready to explode by this point, and had to take it all the way. The Legion didn't even bother taking her panties off, just moving them aside as he pulled her up on all fours.

“Don't move.”

The courier didn't think to question him. She wanted this over with. Her best bet would to be to enjoy it while it lasted. He was handsome, and the power he held over her made her want it.. even if she wouldn't openly admit it. Cato spit on his hand, and rubbed the wet substance along his shaft.

“Oh fuck..” The courier moaned when she felt him fill her up. “Oh god, fuck you.. Fuck..”

He was slow at first just so she wouldn't be overwhelmed by the new sensation. It was the least he could do. The courier grabbed whatever she could to hold down her whimpering. He didn't give her that much time to adjust before he quickened his pace. His grip tightening on her hips. Again and again he pulled out and in before she could catch her breath.

She called him all the names she could. Running out of adjectives she just laid there and took it. Finally becoming subservient to his will. Even meeting his rhythm every so often, and she couldn't deny the affect it had on him. He whispered dirty words to her. About how she was his dirty slut, and only his. She let herself go, and enjoyed it. She was sick, but she reveled in that fact. The courier was twisted in every way possible. She liked the pain.

Then his hands slipped around her neck, and squeezed cutting off her oxygen. She tried to gasp and pull away from him. Before she could lose consciousness he let go. “You sick fuck!” The courier gasped for air, and was too distracted to think about the thick white globs on her lower back and her round bottom.

Cato collapsed behind her. The courier turned over to lay on her back, ad looked back at him in astonishment at what had just transpired. He tried to read her expression, but she dropped her head back to the ground.

She took in a huge breath, and let it go with one last word to end the night.

“Fuck..”